Tucked deep in the pines and watched over by old owls, Keating Cabin is more than a destination—it’s a feeling. It’s the hush of morning coffee on the porch, the giggles from board games around the table, the aerial ballet of bats at dusk, the quiet hope of spotting a mama moose and her calf, and the peaceful comfort of naps beneath sun-dappled branches.
The cabin joined our family in 2005, and since 2015, the Keatings have lovingly tended it as the sole stewards of its story. With its rustic charm and ever-evolving renovations, it stands as both a gathering place for those we cherish and a tribute to the ones whose laughter and warmth still echo through the rafters.
Here, we honor the people who shaped our time together. Fishing lines have been cast, kayaks have been floated, boats have skimmed across the water, tales have been told, and bonds have been deepened in front of glowing campfires, youthful extravaganzas, spirited gatherings, and beneath starlit skies. Every game played, every pinecone found, every hike and bike trip taken, every book completed, and every nap taken—is stitched into the fabric of shared memory.
Keating Cabin is built for both running amok and lying low. It’s where children unplug and adults unwind. Where chaos wears flannel and peace and calm swing gently in a hammock.
We invite you to settle in, add your story to the mix, and feel what makes this place more than wood and nails—it’s legacy, laughter, and love.
